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kitorin · 1 year

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how they react when they catch you simping for a fictional character

pairings. shidou ryusei x gn!reader, itoshi rin x m!reader, mikage reo x gn!reader (separate)

contents. crack, smau, a sexual joke and a half (it's just ryusei being ryusei) shinonome akito slander (I'M SORRY I PROMISE I LOVE HIM BUT RIN DOESN'T), exposing my taste in men, written all in lowercase, spoilers for sounds of a summer event (project sekai)

a/n. i thought of this bc i questioned if i liked rin or akito more 😭, and sorry for rin's being so long since i had the most ideas for him :>. i also have no confidence with crack so please bear with me and it's my first smau

shidou ryusei - seong taehoon (how to fight / viral hit)

when he caught you gawking at the new viral hit chapter, taehoon specifically, he immediately joined you (as he should)

he straight up yelled "smash" at that one scene where taehoon's snacking and he's wearing a tight shirt so you can see all of his muscles

he begs you to re read the series with them, and now you two read each update every week together, fully engaged in the story and taehoon's abs

attempts to recreate all of taehoon's kicks (i headcanon that does taekwondo and has a black belt :>), proudly shows them off to you, with a huge grin on his face (please fawn over him too)

also extensively practices so he can show them off by incorporating them into soccer somehow (doesn't matter if it ain't practical he just wants to impress you), and if he ever has to use them on anyone making you uncomfortable

he probably has a folder in his gallery dedicated to every panel he loves (which is basically all) and recreates his absolute favs (with you as his photographer)

makes a lot of jokes about being in love with taehoon (so do you), but he'd stop them if they made you uncomfortable, and reassures you that a drawing can't compare to how sweet, amazing and perfect you are

honorable mentions to baek seongjun being his second favourite

wants you to do taekwondo as well cause now he has a thing for it after discovering taehoon

"i swear to god men who do taekwondo and can actually fight are so hot,"

"isn't that you?"

"... you don't agree with me...?"

"no you have a brilliant point"

itoshi rin - shinonome akito (project sekai)

during the sounds of a summer festival event you spent so much time glued to your phone, full combo-ing literally every hard, expert, and master song you possibly could, leveling up all character ranks, sacrifice countless of hours of sleep (if it's for akito it's very much worth it), and even contemplate spending money

you even tweeted about how badly you need him

rin notices the bags under your eyes, and the lack of sleep you had been getting, he's worried and when he asks you you're too focused on the event story to even register what he says, as you're on the brink of sobbing at young akito and ena

he observes as well, and immediately is jealous of how much of your attention this fictional character was receiving from you

as you're about to spend another few hours grinding, he stops you

"dumbass you need to sleep, and give your eyes a break"

"no i don't, i need summer festival akito,"

"who and what?"

soon you're rambling on how much akito's backstory and struggles already hurt, and how wholesome yet painful the event story was, with akito quitting soccer and ena encouraging him to give music a try, and it only nurtures rin's envy

"you're going to cry for a ginger guy who quit soccer and started his ambition because of his older sister? how lukewarm,"

"yes i am?? and he looked cute as a child and now he's a pretty boy with the best vocals. their event cards are beautiful too i need them. didn't you start soccer because of sae anyways?"

"tch"

"rin... are you jealous?"

"... no, i just don't get what you see in this idiot. i never quit soccer when it got hard and i know how to persevere, i don't give up, i don't experience despair when someone's better than me-"

"so you're jealous,"

"no"

"rin you always have and always will be my number 1. akito can't do anything you've done for me, and can't even compare to how pretty you are,"

"damn right,"

despite being salty, he still installs the game to read the stories, out of pure curiosity and wants to understand what kind of stuff you like

he ends up adoring ena and akito's relationship (the supportive part only ofc), as well as tsukasa and saki's (and secretly wishes sae was as affectionate as shizuku since she reminds him of sae in the past)

you do not shut up when you seem him struggle with hitorinbo envy on master

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID AKITO WAS LUKEWARM,"

"he is, i was just curious why you liked the stories so much,"

"YOU SPENT EVERY FREE CRYSTAL ON THE FIND A WAY OUT EVENT AND NOW GRINDING FOR MORE,"

"... i want his boyfriend"

"YOU READ THE MAIN STORY TOO ?! and you don't need touya you have me"

"THAT'S HOW I FELT ABOUT AKITO,"

"YOU FEEL INFERIOR TO A LUKEWARM GINGER?"

mikage reo - kang tae moo (business proposal)

he heard you squealing at a scene of tae moo getting flustered after sunghoon suggested his feelings for hari

he thought that you were having a heart attack and thought something was wrong

reo doesn't even need the show's context to be invested immediately, as he joins you and watches with great interest

after seeing you simp over tae moo, in secret, he binge watches the rest of the series in attempt to mimic any romantic scenes

full on posts the "do you know what my credit card and my love for y/n have in common? they simply have no limit" on his not very private twitter account, and it leaves you flustered by all the comments saying how lucky you are and their jealousy

deletes any comment revealing the source of that line (silently apologises to the writer(s) and credits ahn hyo seop for its brilliant execution)

little does he know nagi made a tweet exposing him

also recreates other cute scenes from the show, and starts looking for more kdramas to watch and recreate (still gets fully absorbed in the plot and dialogue)

innocently smiles when you realize he's just a kang tae moo copycat

"i didn't copy him i'm the inspiration behind him, rich, smart, pretty and utter perfection,"

"i can't deny the second part... i can't believe nagi's seen business proposal,"

"wait what?"

©kouyun : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #shidou ryusei #shidou ryusei x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x male reader #blue lock x male reader #itoshi rin #mikage reo #mikage reo x reader #mikage reo x you

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ravi-deactivated · 5 months

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𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨

„Sweet cunt and a sharp tongue, you're a dangerous combo, love.“

featuring: edward kenway

cw: praise, vaginal sex, semi-public i guess

synopsis: owning a tavern in havana means being used to pirates in your every day life, their crude words and behaviour. but you've never met a pirate going this far in attempt to apologize for a crewmate's bad actions.

note: „fy nghariad“ is a welsh phrase meaning „my love“ or „my sweetheart“ which i thought would be nice to include, but please tell me if i used it incorrectly, that would be kinda embarassing lol

18+ content - MDNI

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Havana is always warm, always welcoming and soft, with sunlight flooding through streets of beige and gold, full of laughter and peaceful existence.

Even at night, it feels like the warmth wraps around people like a soft coat, summer air resting between the buildings and mingling with the scent of the sea, darkness enlightened by warm lanterns and candles. The sound of joyful music, shanties and drunken laughter has become the soundtrack of your nights as bartender in the tavern and restaurant which are owned by your father, and you like to say that Havana is a place of joy, no matter the time of day.

You've done this job since your teenage years, are used to bar fights and lusting gazes resting on you, know how to handle men who try to let their hands wander, think they can whistle at you or spit out crude and naughty things.

Most of them know that it will only get them a ban from the house, or in worst case, a beating from your main visitors or an arrest by the guards, but sometimes, there still are idiots who try it, out of pure stupidity and falsely placed ego.

Citizens of Havana adore your tavern as a centre of the city, they know how to behave and have their fun in peace, but the pirates docking on the shore are a different story.

You can see it in their gazes, in the way they talk, the way they stride through the streets like they own them and the houses forming them, that they're looking for provocation, hungry for a fight.

Thankfully, most of them are more of an inconvience and not an actual threat, and you know how to handle them, know that a tavern is a pirate's favourite place, which gives you a slight advantage against them, even if it's just out of their sympathy for the rum you pour them.

It doesn't diminish your dislike for them, despite them being your costumers.

Pirates are a disease, you've always been told. And yet, you can't help but feel a thrill in your veins, feel your heart leap and your legs trembling when a strong hand grabs your chin from behind, gently, sensually lifts your head.

The soft light filling the dim walls of the empty, closed tavern flickers in your vision, soft tears of passion melting it to a blur along with the dark of the late night and a breathed, blissful sigh leaves your lips, forced out of you by the way the body of the man behind you rocks once more against you.

Pirates are the worst of the worst, you learned early in your life. And Edward Kenway is so good at being a pirate, at getting what he wants, that he might be something even worse, armed with those mischievous eyes, his charming smirk and skilled fingers.

You did not question the leathern bracers wrapped around his lower arms, the hidden blades you saw shimmering in the dim light when you served him and his men, and you didn't question the hooded robe hanging over the back of his chair, could only focus on the white lace-up shirt on his body, the cleavage that slightly revealed the tattoos spreading over his chest.

It was no surprise and nothing new when one of his men hit on you, spitting rude words from a drunk tongue in an attempt to seduce you. What did surprise you was how fast Adéwalé grabbed him by the scruff like a puppy to kick him out of the tavern, and the way Edward apologized to you, genuinely and gentle.

Most men did not act like this when they came to drink in your tavern, only laughed when their comrades harrassed a girl. It did not fit your world view, disturbed the evil picture you carried of pirates all these years of your life.

You couldn't help but smile at the way Edward looked at you, a mixture of apologetic and enthrilled, felt your breath hitch when he asked you what he could offer to beg your forgiveness.

The way his hands are now roaming your body, his husked breaths against your ear and his body pressed against yours is not what you had in mind at first, but you'll gladly take it as a form of apology.

He lets out a groan as he fills you, slides into you like you are made for him, slicked walls hugging his cock, clenching around his girth.

He fills you just right, hits spots you have never felt, makes you see stars despite the roof above both of your heads.

„What do you say, sweetheart? Think this'll make up for the inconvience?“ he husks against your ear, sends a new shiver down your spine that ends up right inside the heat pooling in your lower stomach, and you lightly lean your head back, feel the stubble of his beard brushing your ear.

Just when you're about to answer, he hits you with another thrust from behind, knocks the air out of you with the sheer depth of his movements.

You need a second to catch your breath, collect yourself, before a little smirk spreads on your lips.

„Thought a world-class-pirate would have more to offer“, you respond, with a low, seducing voice, a tone that lures him in, makes his breath hitch lightly, bearly hearable if he wasn't so close to your ear.

He's so close even that you think you can feel the way an amused smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, and you shudder again when his breath fans your cheek.

„Sly little thing, aren't ya?“

Before you can answer in an even brattier tone than before, you feel how he slightly pushes you down, makes you lean further forward until you're forced to hold onto the bar, driven further and further into the wood by his harsh thrusts.

He quickens his pace, makes you whine and moan with the way he fills you, tip kissing your womb, his slight curve brushing your sweet spots just right.

„Sweet cunt and a sharp tongue, you're a dangerous combo, love.“

His words and the deep tone of his voice only make you arch more in his grasp, make you hold onto the bar with one hand, while the other carries your balance on its wooden surface.

You feel your own arousal run down your thighs, feel yourself getting higher and higher on the wet sounds echoing through the room whenever he enters your aching cunt, your brain spinning around mixed feelings of confusion and arousal.

He's a pirate, a well wanted one as well, and yet you can not help but love the way he grabs you, the way he fucks you, the way he makes you feel.

When he leans over your back, one hand placed next to your body, the other one on your hip to hold you steady, you somehow forget how much his head is worth, how dangerous his hands should feel on your body.

It feels strange, but a spark of sympathy arises within you when he leans in further, buries you in his shadow as he pushes a soft kiss against the back of your neck, drowns you in the illusion of intimacy when he gently closes his teeth around the shell of your ear.

Edward doesn't seem like other pirates, doesn't initiate fights he can not win, doesn't harrass others, doesn't cause unnecessary ruckus to prove his ego. He smells better than most of them, covered in the scent of the sea, of salt and a hint of rum, but with an underlying note of herbs, probably because of salves that are used to treat wounds lingering his body.

And above all, he looks so handsome, a dark angel within a bunch of dirty, fattened and drunk pigs, his cheeky smirk more intoxicating than alcohol or money.

A smirk that is directed at you, resting on you as he observes you, watches you writher and shake beneath his movements. When you catch it from the corner of your eye, it fuels new fire inside of you, and your lips curl sweet and mischievously when you slightly raise your head to respond.

„Maybe you shouldn't provoke my sharp tongue too much then, captain.“

The word does something to him, you can feel it, notice the way he gasps for a second, slows his thrusts for the shortest bit. Then he suddenly slips out of you, both hands grabbing your hips and pulling you up, your back straightening for the shortest second before he turns you around, pulls you in by the waist and leans forward to push his lips against yours, catching you in a heated kiss that steals your breath, makes your knees weak.

You bury your right hand in his blonde hair, hold him close, while your other hand rests on the textile of his shirt, trying to hold onto soft linen while you sigh and feel your legs tremble.

As if he's feeling it, he lightly bends his knees, slides his hands from your hips to the back of your thighs to pick you up, makes you wrap your legs around his waist while your hands cradle his face and you sink further into his kiss, melt against his lips. You hear the rustling of clothes, feel how he picks up your discarded dress from the edge of the bar and spreads it on the counter, adjusting the textile before he sets you down on the wood, just to break from your mouth a few seconds later.

He smirks at your little gasp, licks his lower lip before raising his voice.

„Captain, huh? That a hidden request to join my crew?“

You gasp when you feel his fingers dig into the softness of your thighs, need a second to collect yourself before you scoff at his words, look at him through a glimmer of competition before you breathe out an „In your dreams, pirate.“

He only grins at that, eyes slightly narrowing as they slide down to his hands on your thighs, watches them when he spreads your legs to get new access to your leaking centre, his eyes staring shamelessly at it.

And just when you think to finally have the air to add another snarky comment, he suddenly thrusts back into you, one switft motion with which he fills you to the brim, makes you throw your head back as he falls back into a relentless rhythm, his cock slicking in and out of your warm wetness.

He leans over you again, holding you by the waist as he pounds into you, forcing high pitched moans and whimpers out of your throat that you simply can not hold back.

His thrusts feel so deep, hit you so perfectly and when he grabs one of your legs to raise it to his shoulder, you almost choke on the air in your throat, bliss filling you at the pleasure washing through you by his deepening movements.

You curse out an „Oh god-“ as you throw your head back, hear a breathed laugh from Edward when he grabs you by the hips again, adjusts your body on the textile of your dress, pulls you in to take his hard thrusts.

Another whimper leaves you as he partially folds you in half, sass and mockery leaving your body with each new thrust, slowly melting in the heat of a building orgasm within your body.

It doesn't help how he reaches out with his hand to search for your clit, forcing a loud moan from your throat when his finger presses against it.

„That it, darling? That the spot?“

Through your panting and heavy breathing, the dizziness in your vision, you see how he smirks at you, pure confidence written in his attractive features and you can only nod, breathe out a „Please-“, a word that only makes his smile widen.

Your lower body tenses, a coil clenching deep within your core, tight enough that it almost hurts.

„Don't hold back. Let me feel you come, fy nghariad.“

His voice slightly falters, breathless because of his own arousal, the tension with which he holds himself back, and his words only add fuel to the fire in your body, make the flames lap higher, reaching your chest, making your heart race.

Whimpers and gasps leave your throat, you tense, feel your thighs shiver, your entire body short-circuiting until eventually, you feel yourself breaking apart, tension and arousal reaching their peak, knocking you into an abyss of white noise, making you cry out in pleasure, your head falling back as arousal floods your veins.

His thrusts never waver, seem to get even harder, fucking you through your orgasm, almost making you pass out with the sheer overstimulation. Your brain turns to mush, simply melts away and when you look up at him, with tear-filled, flickering eyes and your tongue slightly peaking over your lower lip, he takes in a sharp, hissing breath, slipping dangerously close to an orgasm just by your gaze and your walls spasming, clenching and relaxing around him.

His hand trembles a little as he trails it further up your body, fondling your chest for a second and making you whine out at the soft feeling, before his fingers graze your neck, eventually rest on your cheek.

He spreads his thumb, runs it over the corner of your mouth, doesn't expect the way you push out your tongue to taste salt, gunpowder and rum on his skin. Not a second later, you allow his finger to slip into your mouth, relish in the way he draws a sharp breath when you lazily swirl your tongue around it.

The facade in front of his face cracks the slightest bit, and you see how he bites his lower lip, how his brows furrow a little in what seems to be despair, before he breathes out a „Shit, you're gonna make me cum, sweetheart.“

It's the cue you need and while you whine, shudder beneath each of his thrusts, you at some point slightly bite down into his finger, hard enough to make him jolt, hard enough to break his facade.

He gasps for air, lets out short „Fuck-“, before he holds onto your hip, digging the fingers of his free hand into the skin when he forces himself to pull out, holding you in place as warm, white seed spurts over the skin of your abdomen.

For a few moments, you only look at each other, breathe into the space between both of you, wallowing in the heat of each other's body. Your head is still spinning when Edward slightly leans forward, gently rests his forehead against yours before he lets out a heavy breath.

His eyes are dark and dominant when they dig into yours, captivate you with the slight glimmer within them.

„Aren't you just something else... Maybe I'll pick you up and simply take you with me. Wanna know what else that sweet mouth of yours can do.“

It doesn't matter what you learned your entire life, his words make you giddy and thoughtless, make your heart leap in joy and your lips curl to a smile.

„Careful, Kenway. My lips may seem sweet, but they come with a pair of teeth.“

He lets out a little groan, a sound of playful despair and frustration, before he leans further against your forehead, gently nudges his nose against yours.

„Fucking heavens, you're perfect.“

You smile when he kisses you, wrap your arms around him and become a mess of sweet nothingness beneath his hands when they start roaming your body again, not taking long until you throw your head back once more, sending sighed versions of his name into the warm night.

#assassin's creed #edward kenway #edward kenway x reader #assassin's creed x reader #smut #oh to be one of the girls he's with in the trailers agfhfjsgxhs #assassin's creed black flag

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absoluteabsolem · 1 year

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okay guys i'm having a brainrot on my way to work about goncharov bc of all your sexy meta posts but i haven't seen a single one talking about the flowers in this film so indulge me

so i'm a florist right ? my n°1 passion when i watch a movie or a show is to trashtalk the flowers bc 99,9% of the time they look like shit. like. i made better arrangements during my first year of training. it makes me sad. yes goncharov is a brilliant film in itself but it gets a whole star just for the fucking flowers (i can't find the florist in the end credits if anyone knows pls tell me ??)

like we're talking thierry boutemy in marie-antoinette (2006) levels of artistry. all the arrangements are so BEAUTIFUL and i'm gonna talk about them. it will ofc mostly be about katya lmao bc men yet have to express themselves through delicate floral jewellery (i wish they did though. i am waiting). katya doesn't have that many lines for a main character but her presence and the colours speak for themselves. sorry i'm on mobile i don't have any pictures

alright so of course you have the wedding. everything is so fucking opulent it's a cascade of wealth you have almost no foliage at all except eucalyptus and that shit is expensive. there are more peonies than you could ever count and the roses are soooo beautiful (i think most of them are juliet peach roses but i can't be 100% sure) like. i could smell it from my couch it was as if i was there aaaa the fucking wax flowers and scabiosas i love scabiosas so much !! and the perfect balance between flowers of different sizes !!! it was wonderful i mean you've seen them

but what i love about these arrangements is that they're all in white and yellow. it's an unusual combo for a wedding even if white is a classic wedding colour in western cultures and yellow isn't so weird at the heart of summer. yellow is however also the colour of jealousy and betrayal and idk if you ever noticed but andrey's boutonniere is the ONLY ONE that is just yellow. you don't have the white carnation (associated with love. screaming) on it like everybody else. also note that katya's bouquet is only white which is all about purity elegance etc. i do think however that the colours of andrey and katya's flowers on that day are more about the way goncharov feels about them at that point in the story, rather than their own feelings.

we also see katya wear several decorated combs in her hair throughout the film (idk enough about hair stylism to comment of the haircuts themselves so i'll stick to the flowers). the first we see are pretty simple and not rly noticeable, white and pastel pink, typical discreet but feminine stuff. p much like the rest of her wardrobe up until the boat scene where things get interesting.

this is where katya meets sofia who is wearing that rly fucking gorgeous burgundy (ambition, power and wealth) dress and look i know monica bellucci can wear anything and be beautiful but fucking hell. i mean i'm gay but i briefly questioned myself for a second there. anyway. the boat shenanigans happen and once katya goes back home and pretends she didn't almost get fucking killed, the flowers in her hair are burgundy. i mean i know we have the fruit market a bit later but the comb is what sold me on that ship. i see you katya

when she almost shoots goncharov (if we were rly in love you wouldn't have missed AAAAAAA i'm normal) she has a super pretty mix of blue hydrangea/eucalyptus in her hair. blue is the colour of control and tranquility and i thought it was very sexy of her. she still has them when sofia leaves her and i love how you can see the tears about to fall down her cheeks but she doesn't allow it. things got out of hand but she's not willing to lose control of herself in front of sofia and i think ultimately it's what fucked things up between them but i try not to think about it too hard

what DOES however keep me awake at night is that martin scorsese rly thought it was okay to have red bouquets everywhere made in the exact style of goncharov and katya's wedding in goncharov's home when andrey shows up to kill him. i mean the subtext isn't even subtext at this point it's like saying point break isn't gay but the flowers are the fucking cherry on top. andrey shoots him and he doesn't miss because he loves him and in case you're too dense to understand that here is a decadent display of red and burgundy. it is the colour of love it is the colour of violence and in their case one simply does not go without the other and i am so fucking normal about this

#goncharov 1973 #goncharov #sorry this was long but UGH. i never get to talk about flowers to anybody

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thegeyisshowing · 7 months

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Oh, baby... Chapter 3

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Wife!reader

Fluff level 10000000%

Warnings: Warnings: mentions of child abuse, mentions of TTC and pregnancy struggles

Chapter 3: Can a heart be refilled?

You and Larissa had decided to stop “Trying” per say, it was affecting your mental health too much. You had gone on with your lives and raving sex life as Larissa liked to call it. You were enjoying the two of you learning all the new things about each other's bodies. It was a bittersweet couple of months for you. Every now and then, you would look in the mirror and wonder what your belly would look like. Would you have a tiny basketball under your clothes? Or maybe carry so far out in front that you couldn’t tie your shoes at six months? You didn’t dwell too hard on the thoughts, but it definitely made you curious. One thing though that you didn’t mind was Larissa talking to your empty womb, or as she referred to it “Little future baby”. She only did this after she thought you were completely asleep. You never gave in that you were awake, but it was the only thing giving you hope these days.

It was a normal Tuesday night for you two. You made dinner, and Larissa got home late from the school. It was nearing thanksgiving, and the students were all panicking about their final tests before the holiday break. Larissa was telling you all about the young girl that she had grown to love at the school Amelia. She was raised by her grandparents after her parents were killed in a car accident when she was 6, by the time she turned 10, her grandmother had passed, and her grandfather wasn’t the nicest of men. (Especially to outcasts) Amelia usually stayed on school grounds for break with a few other students and usually a house mom or two. This poor child needed a loving figure in her life, and somehow, that became Larissa.

“My love, she came into my office as quiet as she could today. the second I looked up at her, I saw she was crying and couldn’t stop my feet from getting to her as quickly as possible. Once I reached her, she fell into my arms and dropped her bag. Thankfully, I was close enough to the door to lock it to give her some privacy. I did something I’ve never done with a student.” Larissa sat her fork down and looked up at you with glassy eyes. “I kicked off my heels and sat on the floor next to the fire with her in my lap and just held her while she cried. Darling, she begged me not to send her home for any more breaks… Sh-She confessed that her grandfather beats her, hard and often when she’s home. The broken wrist she had from last summer… He did it.” Larissa was full on sobbing now. It broke you in pieces, and you got up from your spot at the table and pulled her with you to the couch. Dinner be damned, this was more important.

“I texted her teachers from my phone dismissing her from class for the day, and I just held her in my arms and rocked her. She crie-she cried until her voice was hoarse. I’ve never held a student like that, but she was so small and so frail. She is very skinny, skin and bones. She felt like a feather, my love. A damn feather!” You held your wife in your arms and let her release all the feelings she had all day. “Honey…” You started gently, but it had to be said. “You are a mandated reporter. We have to call this one in.” Your wife’s eyes went wide at the fear of losing this young girl to the foster system. “y/n no!… I mean, yes, but I don’t know if she can handle all of that right now.” She dropped her head into her hands and rubbed her now pounding temples. You kissed her cheek and stood up, walking into the restroom and coming back out with a few Tylenol, and grabbed her wine glass from the table. It's not the best combo, but it would have to do in a pinch. “Here my sweet, take these.” She took the pills and thanked you, and the two of you made quick work cleaning up dinner before heading to the bedroom. Rissa was able to change her clothes but was too spent to do much more than that. You pulled her up without a word and had her sit at the vintage vanity in your bathroom.

She let you gently wipe away her makeup from the day and apply her favorite cold cream. You then let her head fall back against you with her eyes closed and gave her a serum face and temple massage. You kissed the top of her head and helped her up leading her to the bed you sat her down and slid the thin chemise off her shoulders ” Lay down on your stomach dear let me take care of you” She did as she was asked and you straddled her, sitting on her thighs slightly. You had already gotten out the mango vanilla massage butter and started to apply it to your wife’s back. You showed your love with each pass of your hands on her, each knot that you gently but firmly worked out. You kneaded and rubbed her bound up traps first, knowing that’s where most of her built-up tension was, and a soft audible moan escaped her lips as she relaxed further. Once you were satisfied with her back and shoulders, you moved onto her thighs, calves, and feet being ever so delicate with them and giving them the release they needed, too.

After about 35 minutes, you were happy with your work and kissed between her shoulders. And softly whispered to your blissed out wife. “I’ll be right back, my love.” You climbed off of her and grabbed three bottles of cool water and a few granola bars before climbing back into your bed. You rubbed Larissas' cheek and spoke softly. “My love, I need you to drink this all down. Ok, baby?” Your wife nodded her head and took the bottle and drained it. “So good, baby. Do you need a snack?” She nodded her head, and you gave her a granola bar to munch on and the other bottle of water for her. “Thank you, darling, for everything.” She said to you, giving you a kiss.

As soon as she finished, you opened your arms for her to come snuggle, and she gratefully did. You turned out the lights, and slowly, you started to drift asleep. When Larissa thought you were asleep, she lowered her hand from your chest and softly started to whisper. “Hello my future love, I’m your mama. I know one day you will listen to my voice and squirm and kick my hand from in there. You are already so loved by your mummy and I. We dream about you, who you’ll be, and where you will go in life. But my sweet little one, just know we are always going to show you love, and you will always have a home in our arms and in our hearts.”

You almost let a single teardrop, but you managed to keep it together barely. These following days are going to be long, and you have some important calls to make tomorrow. It won't be easy, but you know the right people to call to make some big changes. With that last thought, you drifted off into a deep sleep with your wife wrapped around you.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x wife!reader #larissa x y/n #wednesday #gwendolineuniverse #principal weems #gwendoline christie

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kpforpresident · 10 months

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Please write a strap scene 🙏

Lexa bounced nervously on her heels, hands pretzeled into a sweaty mess in front of her as she glanced again at the slim silver watch on her left wrist.

She had closed the shop approximately four minutes early, two minutes ago, following what was most likely her most discombobulated and hasty shop clean up and shut down in the four years that she had owned this little flower store, tucked cozily between the tailor and her favourite little book and coffee shop combo that rounded out their teeny block in downtown Polis.

Down the tiny downtown, shop windows were slowly darkening as the sun sank in brilliant crimson and gold swatches behind the solumn gold spire of the tiny white church on top of Trikru hill, off on the south side of town

This routine was like every other night, save for one small, slightly long change. If everything went to plan, Clarke should be bounding through the front door with her spare key within the next ten minutes, under the guise of helping Lexa with some last minute prom arrangements, followed by sushi, which Lexa had picked up from the little mom and pop shop across the street during the earlier lull in harried business men coming in for last minute weekend bouquets (presumably to appease their wives before they vanished to play summer rounds of golf all weekend), and lovestruck young teenagers preparing for grad and prom.

Or so Clarke thought.

Lexa felt her cheeks burn crimson red as she felt the strap pressed against her inner thigh, where she had wrangled it down and away and hidden the conspicuous shape under one of her large, soft Polis U hoodies.

If Clarke doesn't want to do this I am going to ask the floor to swallow me up whole," Lexa thought fervently. I hope to god this is what she was angling at when she brought up she wanted to spice up our sex life.

Not quite ready to comitt to hurried sex in a queer bar bathroom or a quickie in a park, Lexa was hesitantly picking this as her first toe dip into some of the fantasies that Clarke had idly mentioned during their post sex pillow talk, combing soothing fingers through sweat soaked curls as they talked quietly into the early hours of the morning.

Clarke bounds through the door with pink cheeks and glowing eyes, tan setting off gleaming blond hair as she bounds over to Lexa for a kiss. Lexa squeaks in minor alarm as she twists her lower body away from colliding with Clarke's, not quite ready to psych herself up to revealing her secret before dinner.

Clarke gives her girlfriend a slightly confused smile but lets it slide, beelining straight for the small black minifridge that Lexa keeps tucked under the back counter and pulling out the containers of neatly decorated sushi with a triumphant crow, two bottles of golden ale in the other hand.

"I painted for twelve hours today, I'm starving."

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Clarke flops backwards onto the quilt with a satisfied sigh, stretching her arms happily over her head as Lexa fights back a small smile and gathers up the remnants of their dinner, neatly disposing of the empty containers before nudging over to join Clarke on the soft blue blanket. Tucked away on the air mattress in the back room of Lexa's shop, they are hidden out of view of the storefront, and therefore the street. The background noise from Polis has steadily dimmed over the past hour, peetering out to a murmur as the streetlights flicker on with a hum. Golden light washes over Clarke's face from the candles that Lexa had scattered on various raised surfaces over the shop, simply blushing a dark maroon in defense as she lit another taper candle.

It's now or never, Lexa thinks with a surge of adrenaline, inching closer to Clarke's reclined form as her heart beats a tattoo in her throat.

Clarke hums happily when Lexa's lips softly touch hers, tilting her head to give Lexa better access as she nips gently at her pulse point before returning to deepen the kiss. Clarke rolls onto her side as she slides a hand behind Lexa's neck to thread insistent fingers through the baby hairs at the nape of her neck, humming when Lexa presses her tongue softly at the seam of her lips.

They kiss heavily for a few minutes, both women stripping off their shirts at some point, Clarke barely missing knocking over a candle in her haste to strip Lexa of her worn tshirt. Both hands immediately reach for Lexa's chest, fingers deftly rolling pink capped nipples upon discovery that Lexa was, in fact, not wearing a bra.

Lexa can feel her heart sink to somewhere around her belly button as Clarke fluidly flips to settle on top of Lexa, Lexa's hands automatically finding a home on Clarke's hips as she inadvertently tips her head back, eyes fluttering shut as the heat emanating from between Clarke's thighs radiated onto her stomach.

"Ugh, fuck, Clarke." Lexa pants, fingers kneading into the soft skin over sharp hipbones.

The black of Clarke's pupils swallow the crystal blue of her irises as she tucks a waterfall of golden hair behind one petite ear, biting a plump bottom lip as she leans down to stamp a kiss on Lexa.

Lexa's eyes are sliding shut in preparation for contact when Clarke's lips stop a hairsbreadth away from hers.

"Lex, what is in your pants?"

Clarke's eyebrows scrunch up adorably in confusion, balancing herself lightly on Lexa's ribcage as she searches with her other hand between Lexa's legs, understanding breaking across her face all at once as Lexa can see the pieces click together in her head. As fast as the lightbulb moment clicks in her eyes, it's gone, pulled under by a wave of thick lust. Lexa can barely breathe in anticipation as Clarke slowly, surely slips a hand under Lexa's waistband, stroking a warm finger across her public bone.

"You wanna fuck in your shop, darling?" Clarke purrs as she wraps a hand around the toy, eyes sparking as she watches Lexa's face closely. Lexa can barely squeak out an affirmative, cheeks flaming bright red as Clarke wiggles down to gently pull Lexa's pants off, purring in encouragement as Lexa lifts her hips silently.

The toy, their toy, springs triumphantly from where it had been pressed against Lexa's leg, the bright neon colors muted slightly in the soft golden dim of the room.

Clarke prowls up Lexa's body with all the grace of a black panther, settling herself between Lexa's thighs momentarily while she wraps her hand around the toy that springs proudly from Lexa's groin, fastened to her with a low profile harness. Clarke lets her mouth drop open, a singular strand of saliva falling onto the toy as she fluidly strokes the wetness up and down the shaft.

What kind of sapphic witchcraft is this, Lexa wonders hazily for the millionth time as heat pulses through her groin, gaze fixed on Clarke as she lowers her mouth to the head. Lexa twines a flaxen fistful of hair gently in her fist, Clarke humming a small thanks around the toy as she gently bobs her head up and down the toy, lubricating it lazily as she continues to hold eye contact with Lexa.

What kind of in love voodoo makes it feel like this toy has become a literal extension of my clit? Has anyone ever studied this gay-ass phenomenon?

Lexa can barely choke back a moan as Clarke settles herself on top again, running the bulbous head of the toy through her wetness as she locks eyes with Lexa. Lexa can tell when the toy hits Clarke's clit, Clarke tipping her head back in a silent moan as Lexa fights every instinct to garble out a twin moan of her own.

Clarke nudges Lexa's hands back to her hips once again, reaching between her legs to align the toy with herself before slowly sinking down, an inch at a time.

Lexa can't bare to pry her eyes away as she watches the swirling purples, greens, and pinks of the toy slowly disappear within Clarke, hardly able to believe that this woman is hers.

Toy seated inside her, Clarke gently hinges forward to press herself into Lexa's sweat dappled chest. Identical sighs fall from their lips as Clarke presses their foreheads together, links Lexa's free hand into hers, and starts to move.

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"Holy Christ on a Cracker, Lex." Clarke breathes out some time later, stamping a sweaty kiss onto Lexa's forehead, who dozed off as soon as Clarke had gently wrangled her tired legs out of the harness. Still nude, Clarke strolled away to rinse the toy quickly in the back sink, stashing it in the front pocket of her work bag, wrapped tightly into a randm target bag she had found.

Lexa cracked a sleepy eye and mumbled something unintelligible before rolling over to adhere herself to Clarke, quickly loosing a sleepy sigh as her hand found a pink nipple and gently enclosed around the breast attached.

Clarke smiled softly, setting a hasty alarm on their phone to head home post nap. That done, she settled into the contours of Lexa's now, slumbering form, pulling the quilt over their sweat-cooled bodies.

"Let's fuck in the flower shop more often, Lex."

Lexa hums an affirmative before pressing a sleepy kiss into Clarke's temple, adjusting her hold before dozing off again.

#plant shop au #well there you go kids #a little bit of smut for your tuesday evening/night #even though i am probably going to queue this to post in the morning #clexa

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yourgaeyisshowing · 7 months

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Oh, baby... Chapter 3

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Wife!reader

Fluff level 10000000%

Warnings: Warnings: mentions of child abuse, mentions of TTC and pregnancy struggles

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Chapter 3: Can a heart be refilled?

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #larissa x wife!reader #larissa x y/n #wednesday #gwendolineuniverse #principal weems #gwendoline christie

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moonlightsapphic · 11 months

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Y'all, I find the reception of XO, Kitty so dissapointing.

TL; DR: The underlying homophobia/biphobia/lesbophobia/misoginy towards Yuri as potential and viable endgame which I don't think would have happened if she were yet another hot guy.

The straight-baiting marketing of this show was absolutely genius and I loved that Jenny Han, who writes the straightest central romances to ever romance (To All the Boys I've Loved Before, The Summer I Turned Pretty), actually initiated a series with such visibly queer storylines and then literally jumped into this sort-of-interracial, sapphic romance centered around a bi+ character. I could see Han trying to be more inclusive in her past on-screen works, but this was incredible.

No you don't understand. There was this point midway through the show where I thought I was in a fever dream and watching wishful fanmade content because I couldn't believe an IRL Netflix show could actually give us this. My mind was blown.

So you'll understand that I was fully bamboozled to see that social media is swamped with Min-ho fangirls pretending like Yuri doesn't even exist. I love Min-ho too, but am I the only one who also saw so many signs that point to a future Yuri x Kitty?

First, for the narrative satisfaction of their moms being best friends in the past!

... and to complete Kitty's coming of age! Kitty, growing up in the cisheteronormative Song-Covey household, made the oversight of initially operating under the assumption that she exclusively likes boys and that she has mastered the art of relationships. That's already been debunked partway by her breakup with her first boyfriend who was supposed to be endgame, and is only going to be sealed further if she ends up with a girl in a long-term relationship. (And no, of course she doesn't have to "end up" with a girl for her queer identity to be valid, but I think it just makes the most narrative sense to have that unfold in the story as her worldview alters.)

Here I present to you: my pet peeves in the XO, Kitty fandom

hyping up parallels between Peter x LJ and Minho x Kitty scenes claiming that this means Minho x Kitty may be endgame. They literally have to reach and dig for those because the most parallels are between Peter x LJ and Yuri x Kitty, right from the scene that they bumped into each other! Kitty has also shown zero romantic interest in Minho so far, as opposed to her very keen interest in Yuri.

People finally addressing the elephant in the room like "Ugh, Yuri is probably going to be endgame. 🙄 I want Minho instead!!" like it's such a disappointing or borderline gross outcome. Yuri is a much more intense enemies-to-lovers character than Minho. She is beautiful, kind, and fun with a little bit of bite, everything that Minho is plus Kitty is falling for her hard.

Being real here—If you think Yuri is a boring love interest or kind of a b*tch while Minho is simply a fun old enemies-to-lovers character, I am begging you to check your biases. You, a straight woman, may only see hostile fictional women as competitiion and hostile fictional men as ... well, kinda hot. However, Kitty is bi+ and she could see them both as viable romantic interests, equally. Yes, Yuri has done more malicious things than Minho, but then again she has had a harder time this academic year than Minho. You are obviously still allowed to like Minho better, as long as you're not dismissing the struggles of and flattening a strong female character. Misoginy and homophobia make an ugly combo, y'all. Trust me, you don't want any part in that.

(Additional unpopular opinion: I'm going to get crucified for this but I genuinely think Kitty is too boring for Minho in the same way that Dae was too boring for Kitty. He seems to be into her only from the Halo Effect. Minho is my child and I squeal whenever he's on screen and I hope to see him finding someone actually fun!)

Saying that Kitty’s crush on Yuri was just a token plot point with no real basis or depth. While there is some unrealistic family drama in the show, it's all still credible. Fiction is supposed to bring in imaginative elements and try to keep things grounded. Regardless, I'm never going to be the person who says that a wild and shocking bi- or gay-awakening is unrealistic. As a queer person, let me tell you that it is just as wild and confusinh for us IRL.

Besides, many cishet people actually do not care if (or is hateful when) the MC is bi, that I doubt how much it “helps” with marketing. (That's why queerbaiting exists, folks.) Also, have you seen Kitty in TATBILB? That's a bi preteen right there if I've ever seen one.

"Stop trying to invalidate other people's ships!" I will say this once: I don't care if you ship Kitty with Min-ho, or Dae, or anyone else that's not Yuri. I DON'T CARE! Frankly, good for you because straight ships have better luck out there anyway, ya know? I am simply begging you to not reduce a queer person's nuanced concerns about dismissal of sapphic fictional characters to petty fandom arguments. Read the room, guys. Please.

This is such a crucial show to many of us. I just want y'all to understand that this is just a little bigger than your celebrity crush on a hot guy whose character you're rooting for. We never, ever get contemporary slice-of-life romcom sapphic rep (and Netflix is notorious for cancelling sapphic shows, too). Please don't be dismissive of a perfectly good possible ending! We want to give Netflix every reason to renew this show, and give Han every reason to allow Kitty to flourish just the way she plans to! (This is me begging y'all to not influence the writers into swerving last-minute towards a sloppy Minho endgame, though I do trust her better than that.)

I hope that Netflix renews the show, even if it's through the excitement of straight people in denial LMAO. And then I hope it treats us with a glorious sapphic ending.*

*(Aaaand I can already imagine the cishet women in the audience complaining online about what a terrible person Kitty is for leading Min-ho on and then dumping him, and how she and Yuri are both awful and totally deserve each other. Music to my ears.)

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goldennika · 5 months

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Dressing TXT in Dior SS24 Womens Collection

as a reminder, this is what TXT wore to the 2023 MAMA red carpet:

save for taehyun and yeonjun (if only the clothing were altered to fit him better 😩), their outfits don’t really seem impressive enough for a red carpet event. the fabrics are stiff and the color palette is dull.

it’s a shame they skipped on the other accessories/details from the mens resort collection bc it could have added more visual interest to their outfits! and they could have gone for the more colorful pieces from the line so they wouldn’t look so washed out ☹️

that said, why not imagine if txt wore pieces from the dior women’s collections too 🤔

like… i can see yeonjun in these!! emphasizes his long legs and his nonchalant persona (albeit not exactly the most impressive for a red carpet appearance for an awards show, i think it'd still garner a lot of attention *cough 2022 AMAs Yeonjun*)

I think these jackets/vests would suit Hueningkai. He has the frame for it and he looks pretty good in black. Him in black lace is always going to be legendary so they could use a similar fabric combo for red carpet styling!

I can see Beomgyu in the outfit on the left (but maybe swap out the dress for similarly printed separates if a dress would be too "out there") , while the outfit on the right could suit taegyu (combo of the leather jacket and sheer, textured fabrics 😩)!!

soobin could totally pull off the pussybow top and the printed coat!!! he has the build for these dramatic elements, mixed in with the softer fabrics and prints

the fringe jacket/details could suit soobin too, imo. the sheer details from both these outfits/tops could also suit taehyun (similar vibe to his outfit today) 🤔

ok it's a little visually boring for txt and not exactly a red carpet outfit but i think soogyu could kill in this last outfit as it draws attention to their waist

imo, dior is not exactly the most ideal fashion house for txt as the former tends to lean towards stiffer, more geometric silhouttes and relatively muted palettes (can you believe these are all from their SPRING/SUMMER 2024 collection??), which could be a visual mismatch for txt (the first set of lolla 2023 outfits looked so out of place for a rock festival 🥲)

that said, i think if they had a little more freedom in styling the pieces from the entire dior catalogue (mens and womens), it could be more on brand!!

if you've reached this far, thanks so much for exploring this silly little imagining exercise with me! let me know your thoughts too 🫶

#tomorrow x together #2023 mama #dior #christian dior #dior ss24 #kpop fashion #txt fashion #soobin #yeonjun #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #kibbe #kpop kibbe #goldennika: fashion thoughts #fashion thoughts

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gennie123 · 1 year

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skywalkerbootleg · 2 years

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To all transmasc people who can't bind

Hey, I feel your pain as a transguy with easily irritated skin and bad shoulders. But over the years I learned how to deal with breast dysphoria without binding and I wanted to share that knowledge! (Keep in mind that I'm a 170cm white twink and not all of this will apply to everyone)

Don't and I mean don't wear bras. I know some people think that's the only alternative to binders, but there are way better options. I would always recommend sports bustiers over sports bras, especially the ones that don't have a "décolleté" (you might find them with the swim wear)

You probably heard this before, but let me emphasize, that layers are your best friend. I absolutely recommend a sweater jacket + jean jacket combo, it doesn't only look really good and let it look like you have broad shoulders, when you get too hot you can take off one jacket and still have layers that hide your chest

If it's too hot to wear layers, regularly tuck on your shirt to loosen it, if it sticks to your body, it emphasizes the shape of your chest

Focus on your other body parts! I, for example, pass pretty well, except for my chest. But because I look very masculine in general (well except for one thing) people still always assume I'm a guy. In summer I would recommend loose shorts (cloth ones are the most comfortable in my opinion), in winter I'd recommend cargo pants. Go for a more masculine hairstyle (masculine doesn't necessarily mean short), let your body hair grow out, use men's deodorant and do some voice training

Be confident! Pretend like you're not constantly dysphoric as f!ck, act really confused when someone misgenders you (like that never happened to you before), there are countless body types in men, and even some cis men look like they have boobs, if you pretend that you pass, people won't question it either

You don't need to present masculine to be valid, but as a masculine presenting trans guy I know that it helps a lot of us with dysphoria. I hope I could help you out a bit.

Remember to stay hydrated!

- Your trans brother Ryu

#trans #transgender #ftm #transmasc #lgbtq #trans tips #trans passing #passing ftm #passing #trans man #trans guy #trans boy #lgbt #transgender awareness #tips from your trans big brother #or small brother idk I'm only sixteen #stay hydrated

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Mastermind anon here and fully acknowledging how dululu this is but part of me wonders if this whole approach with Alex is a combo of a lot of things. I think it was pretty clear that Charles didn’t want his next relationship to be public like it was with Charlotte. So with Alex it’s been a hard pivot to not have her on social media because he doesn’t want to invite that circus into his life again.

However paps are a different story. I think about how we as a society are starting to face fatigue and overexposure of celebrities on social media. Look at the kardashains, people are very much over them and they don’t have the same level of clout as they did a few years ago (which I could write a whole essay about this especially with Kylie’s recent hard pivot with her image). But paps are very much still perceived as an old style celebrity thing, with most of the general public not knowing the inner workings of PR. So with Alex, it’s okay if she’s papped because it gives off an imagine of a more mature relationship. She isn’t blasted on social media with cringe captions but as a couple they are seen out and about with professional press releases via paps.

Now do I think they’re in a PR relationship? No. I think a lot of relationships even in Hollywood are genuine but they’re celebrities at the end of the day and know how relationships can elevate their image. So they use them to their advantage. I think that’s exactly what’s happening with Charles and Alex. I think she was at the right place at the right time and Charles is a serial monogamist (which that needs a whole deep dive because 😵‍💫). She’s a beautiful young woman who is seemingly well educated and from Monaco, a good match on paper for him and good for his image (unlike Kelly or Rebecca for example). I think they have feelings for each other despite the weird body language but are very image conscious about the relationship. Charles gets to date a pretty local girl while maintaining his good guy image instead of playboy (which I lowkey think he should lean into but that’s another analysis). Alex gets to date the prince of Monaco, travel the world, and live a glamours lifestyle while having an influencer platform given to her on a plate. Do I think she’s prepping to go public and shift into influencing? Absolutely, she would be dumb to not pursue a good opportunity like that. But I think they’re trying to be discreet about her and she’s very much trying to cater to that old money aesthetic audience on tiktok. Being gauche and extravagant on social media isn’t very old money and she’s very clearly curating an image for herself as a wag.

Will be interested to see how she goes about it. If I were her PR I would advise to wait until the end of the season to open her Instagram publicly and only soft launch Charles in her photos until a hard launch next year in the summer. Gives time for their relationship to build legitimacy and she’ll seem more genuine vs coming across only dating him for the clout (again see Kelly and Rebecca). Also continue the art Instagram and focus exclusively on fashion, jewelry, with dabbles in skincare and makeup. Kind of like Kika but with less access.

If I was her friend I would tell her to get her ass back to school and finish her degree because having a prestigious job like a curator or working an exclusive museum will only serve to elevate her image. Worse case scenario she an Charles break up, she can move back to paris and make a ton of content off of that and she’ll have access to plenty of rich men who will want a classy educated wife.

I can leave the blog now. Bye besties.

PS: you deserved to be the mastermind anon. ❤️

#mastermind anon #anon #conspiracy theories #mastermind anon (bestie version)#alexandra saint mleux

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